A/N : We now resume our regularly scheduled fanfic…a tad on the short side.

Day 4 – pm (dark outside now…)

Sam and Jack sat on a picnic table, enjoying the pyrotechnic display. Jack shivered.

"Cold flash?" Sam asked concerned.

"Dunno." Jack replied, glum at the prospect of the age difference again. He just couldn't win when it came to Sam. Her C.O. as a man. And her C.O. and menopause as a woman. Did the gods just not like him?

Well, the fake ones certainly don't!

"Here." Sam draped an arm over Jack's shoulders and pulled him close.

"You're like a portable heater!" Jack commented, resting his head against Sam's shoulder.

"That's why we women like to snuggle with you guys." Sam pointed out. "You didn't think it was because you meant something to us, did you?"

Jack looked up, stunned.

"Kidding, Jack!" Sam laughed and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now enjoy."

"I was, but you stopped." Jack protested.

Sam laughingly shook her head and felt her phone vibrate.

"Hold that thought." She said as she looked at the caller id before flipping the phone open. "Hello, General."

BANG! BOOM! POP! WHIIIIZZZ! BANG!

Oooooh. Aaaaahh.

SWISH! BANG! WHOOP! WHEEEEEE...BOOM!

Applause.

"No, sir, not a war zone…fireworks."

Sam listened carefully.

Even in the dark, Jack could see her pale. He took hold of her free hand.

"I see, sir. We'll be in as soon as possible….yes…we…Ja…Colonel O'Neill is with me…of course, sir."

Sam hung up.

"He blast you for saying 'we', Sam?" Jack asked, concerned.

"Nope. Said that it was a good idea that we were together for moral support."

"Well, he's not that far off."

Sam looked at him in disbelief.

"We are together…supporting each other…and anything that happened is…"

"A fringe benefit, sir?" Sam asked hoarsely.

"I was going to say a pleasant and beneficial side-effect." Jack glared at her.

"Oh."

"What else did The Man want?" Jack asked coolly, rather put-out that Sam thought so little of him.

"We need to return to the base."

"Teal'c's back so soon?" Jack asked stunned.

"No. My father is here."

Opting not to change into their uniforms first, Jack and Sam entered the briefing room, where the General sat with Jacob. On the way there, however, they had also picked up Janet and Daniel, who was nervously gnawing on a finger nail in Janet's lab.

Jacob looked at the strangers in puzzlement. He recognized Doctor Frasier and the woman who shared Daniel's last name.

"General, while I am honoured that you wish to introduce me to new staff, I really was hoping to see Sam."

"Hi, Dad."

Jacob looked at the blonde man standing in the doorway beside an attractive older woman.

I'm jealous, Jacob!

Hey, I can look, can't I?

Yes, you can look…but no touching!

Ah, if circumstances had been different…

Although, it would be interesting to watch you two in the interest of research…

Selmac!

"Do I know you?" Jacob asked the man quietly.

"It's me, Dad."

"Please excuse me, but to my knowledge I have not fathered any sons other than Sam's brother."

Jacob looked at the woman beside the man claiming Jacob as his 'Dad'. The grey hair, the dark eyes…familiar.

"Hi, Jacob." Jack said.

Jacob blinked.

"Gonna say something, Dad?" Jack asked, grinning.

"I think I need to sit down." Jacob whispered.

"Uh, you are sitting down, Dad." Sam pointed out.

"I think I need a drink." Jacob countered quietly.

"That I can do." Hammond reached over to the cabinet behind him and pulled out a decanter filled with amber liquid.

Jack stared.

So he does have a secret stash!

Before the General had a chance to reach for glasses, Jacob grabbed the decanter and took a not-so-delicate swig.

"I needed that…before saying this…" Jacob gasped as the fiery liquid burned its way into his stomach. "Sam? Jack?"

The blonde man and older woman nodded.

Jacob looked at the woman standing beside Janet.

"Daniel?"

Daniel waved and smiled.

"Hello again, Jacob."

"So…umm…what's happened since my last visit?" Jacob asked weakly, reaching for the decanter again.

Hammond snatched it away from him and instead poured him a couple of fingers into a glass.

Nodding his thanks, Jacob tossed that back quickly.

"Oh, not much." Jack shrugged. "We had a small rat problem a few weeks back, but took care of that pretty quickly. The commissary had an awesome casserole the next day. We've repainted the parking lot lines so that people know where and how to park their cars. Not that that's helped Daniel much. Other than that, pretty much status quo around here. Anything new on your side?"

Jacob stared wide-eyed at SG-1 and shook his head negatively.

"No…I…uh…just thought I'd pay Sam a visit."

"It's nice to see you again, Dad." Sam said softly.

Jacob licked his lips. He opened his mouth…closed it…opened it…closed it…and licked his lips again.

"So…uh…" He started helplessly.

"Please, sir, allow me to explain." Janet piped up. Her heart went out to this man.

Stunned, Jacob Carter sat and listened to what had happened to SG-1…and more importantly, to his daughter.

"Perhaps if we contact the Asgard, they can offer assistance." Jacob suggested.

"Do they have gender modifying technology?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. But considering that they can create a body, a shell, that is empty and then place a consciousness in it…well, this should be child's play." Jacob mused.

"It's a possibility." Sam nodded at the General.

"Well, while Jacob contacts our friends, I've gotta pee." Jack pushed himself away from the table and stood up.

"Which…uhh…." Jacob paused.

"Oh don't worry, Dad, we've got the whole bathroom thing figured out. I've just got to remember to sit and wipe instead of stand and shake."

Jack left the room.

Jacob stared at Sam who grinned and shrugged.

"He's right, Dad. Standing up does save a lot of time." She remarked.

Jacob paled.

"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll get changed." Sam left the room.

"So…" Daniel started awkwardly.

"So." Jacob replied.

"So…how's things?"

Sam found Jack in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, curled up and shaking.

She wondered when he would break.

"Jack?" She reached out tentatively. "Jack?"

He looked up and, instead of tears, Sam found he was laughing.

"Oh. My. God. Sam." Jack was having a difficult time breathing. "Did you see his face! Priceless! I thought he was going to have a stroke!"

A fit of giggles ensued.

Jack stopped, confused at his own giggling.

"Sir, what did you say about giggling?"

"Aw, come on Sam…that doesn't apply to me."

"It was funny, sir." Sam admitted, sitting on the floor beside Jack.

"And did you see how he reacted when Janet told him about my menopause and Daniel's ability to bear children!"

Jack burst out into another round of laughter. Sam joined him.

"I thought the whole story about my needing the clip board for protection was going to kill him." Sam panted out.

"Oh, man…can't breathe!" Jack hugged his sides.

Daniel entered the bathroom.

"Are you two okay?" He asked concerned.

"Oh yeah…peachy, Daniel!" Jack gasped. "Come join us and tell us what the funniest moment of that whole meeting was."

Daniel chuckled softly.

"It had to be bra shopping story."

"Oh yeah!" Sam crowed. "I'll bet Dad was trying to picture Jack in that push-up bra!"

The laughing stopped.

"EWW!" All three grimaced.